My Craft Trembles

satishverma

Why the sky cries
red for the clouds? Sun has
not come to burn me.

I never got enough
from you. The pain comes
between truths of life.

The anniversary comes
and goes I stand at beach
to see my ship wreck.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 25th, 2024 20:30
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 6


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